In the silence of the evening, he stands,
A silhouette against the twilight’s hue.
With eyes that speak of endless lands,
And whispers of dreams he once knew.

Beneath the stars, his thoughts take flight,
To worlds unseen, to realms uncharted.
He finds solace in the quiet night,
A soul at peace, though dearly guarded.

His laughter, a melody so sweet,
Echoes through the corridors of time.
In his presence, all worries fleet,
For in his gaze, the world does rhyme.

A gentle whisper in the night sky,
A promise of tomorrows yet to come.
In his heart, the universe does lie,
A testament to love’s gentle drum.